High druid of Shannara_ Jarka Ruus - Terry Brooks [129]
Two hours had passed since their landing, and in that time the others had gone to sleep, save for the Rover who kept watch from the bow. Pen stood with Cinnaminson in the pilot box, looking out into the haze, barely able to see the man who stood only twenty yards away. Before that night, the boy would not have been allowed on deck at all. But maybe the rules were no longer so important to Gar Hatch since he and Ahren Elessedil knew each other’s secrets and neither was fooling the other about how things stood. Pen didn’t think the Rover Captain’s opinion of him had changed; he didn’t think Hatch wanted him around his daughter. But maybe he had decided to put up with it for the time being, since their time together was growing short. Whatever the case, Pen would take what he could get.
“What are you thinking?” she asked him, brushing damp strands of her sandy blond hair away from her face.
“That your father is generous to allow us to be on deck alone like this. Perhaps he thinks better of me now.”
“Now that he knows who you are and who’s hunting you? Oh, yes. I expect he would like to be best friends. I expect he wants to invite you home to live with him.” She gave him a smirk.
Pen sighed. “I deserved that.”
She leaned close. “Listen to me, Penderrin.” She put her lips right up against his ear, her words a whisper. “He may have given you away in Anatcherae. I don’t know that he did, but he may have. He is a good man, but he panics when he’s frightened. I’ve seen it before. He loses his perspective. He misplaces his common sense.”
“If he betrayed us to Terek Molt...”
“He did so because he was afraid,” she finished for him. “If he is backed into a corner, he will not always do the sensible thing. That might have happened here. I wasn’t with him on the waterfront, and I didn’t see whom he talked to. That Druid might have found him and forced him to talk. You know they can. They can tell if you are lying. My father might have given you up to save his family and his ship.”
“And for the money they are offering.”
She backed away a few inches so that he could see her face again. “What matters now is that if he has done it once, he might try to do it again. Even out here. I don’t want that to happen. I want you to stay safe.”
He closed his eyes. “And I want you to come with me,” he whispered, still feeling the softness of her mouth against his face.
“I want you to come now, not later. Tell me you will, Cinnaminson. I don’t want to leave you behind.”
She lowered her head and let it rest on his shoulder. “Do you love me, Penderrin?”
“Yes,” he said. He hadn’t used the word before, even to himself, even in the silence of his mind. Love. He hadn’t allowed himself to define what he was feeling. But as much as it was possible for him to do so, still young and inexperienced, he was willing to try. “I do love you,” he said.
She burrowed her face in his neck. “I wanted to hear you say it. I wanted you to speak the words.”
“You have to come with me,” he insisted again. “I won’t leave you behind.”
She shook her head. “We’re children, Pen.”
“No,” he said. “Not anymore.”
He could sense her weighing her response. A dark certainty swept through him, and he closed his eyes against what he knew was coming. He was such a fool. He was asking her to leave her father, the man who had raised and cared for her, the strongest presence in her life. Why would she do that? Worse, he was asking her to accompany him to a place where no one in her right mind would go. She didn’t know that, but he did. He knew how dangerous it was going to be.
“I’m sorry, Cinnaminson,” he said quickly. “I don’t know what I was thinking. I don’t have the right to ask you to come with me. I was being selfish. You have to stay with your father for now. What we decided before was right — that when it was time, I would come for you. But this isn’t the time. This is too sudden.”
She lifted her head from his shoulder and faced him, her